by Violetta S. Lemurre » Thu Nov 24, 2011 7:46 pm
Kiarra entered the diner and headed for a stool, not liking the booths. Booths suggested friends, or loneliness. Her friends weren't with her, but she wasn't lonely, either. She watched the exchange between the waitress and the other customer and twitched her tail. 'Always the same,' she thought, 'the waitress anticipates trouble, but the customer only wants coffee. How boring.' She turned to look out the window and noticed the sky turning grey with rain clouds.